Started running in 2006 to train for my first race, Army Ten Miler. I went from zero to 10 miles in approximately 4 months and have since run several more ATMs and other races of various distances. I used to think 10 miles was my wall. And for a long time it was. Running and training for a race was a chore for me. Hardly enjoyable. Something to be endured because I have to.
But this year, I decided to run a half marathon. I figure I should at least do it once in my life. But then something happened while I was training for my half - I started to enjoy running. I looked forward to my long runs. If I missed a long run, my body misses it. Craves it. And when I run, I feel this invisible force just pushing me forward. I can't explain it.
As soon as a finished the Marine Corps Historic Half in May, I couldn't wait to run my next race. It was literally 2 hours after my race. I had my legs propped up on an ottoman with ice bags on my knees and I was clicking through my iPad looking for my next race. My husband thought I was crazy. In my defense, it was runners high.
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| I did it! My first half marathon! |

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